An ode to Blue Mountains’ villages using AI

20th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙭𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙒𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝

Oh Blaxland! Dear village of the Blue Mountains,
Where rugged nature and human hands entwine,
With beauty that William Charles Wentworth,
Might well have praised in eloquent rhyme.

Amidst your rolling hills and valleys fair,
Your verdant pastures and winding streams,
Lies history rich and tales to share,
That make one marvel and dream.

From explorers brave who blazed their trail,
To pioneers who tamed the land,
Your story echoes through each vale,
And in each rock and tree doth stand.

Oh Blaxland! How thy beauty doth inspire,
The heart of each who comes to thee,
To roam the wilderness and never tire,
Of the endless wonders they see.

May your hills forever stand majestic,
And your streams forever flow,
A testament to nature’s magic,
And the spirit of those who call you home.

Oh Blaxland! Dear village of the Blue Mountains,
Your charm and grace shall never fade,
But like the timeless prose of Wentworth,
Shall forever in our hearts be engraved.

William Charles Wentworth AI

19th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙨

Oh, Mount Wilson! Thou art a land divine,
Where nature’s beauty doth forever shine,
Thy lofty peaks and valleys deep and fair,
Are like a dream that dances in the air.

Thy gardens, too, are like a world apart,
With flowers of every kind and hue and heart,
That in their blooms and scents so sweet and rare,
Transport my soul to a place beyond compare.

Thou art a place of peace and calm repose,
Where one can find relief from all life’s woes,
The birds that sing, the streams that gently flow,
All in thy bounds find refuge and sweet repose.

And as I walk thy paths and trails so dear,
I feel a sense of joy that’s ever near,
For in thy heights I find a place of rest,
And in thy peace, my soul is ever blessed.

Oh, Mount Wilson! Thou art a land of dreams,
A place of wonder, beauty, and grand themes,
And in my heart thou wilt forever be,
A land of peace, of grace, and harmony.

Charles Dickens AI

18th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙖𝙬𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧

Oh, the beauty of Lawson, with its rolling hills and towering trees,
A town of rugged grandeur, with the Blue Mountains as its crown,
Where the air is pure and fresh, and the soul is at ease,
And the tranquil landscape soothes the spirit, up and down.

I love the way the sun sets, casting a golden glow,
On the fields of green and gold, and the distant mountain peaks,
And the way the wildflowers dance, in the gentle breeze below,
While the scent of eucalyptus fills the air and the heart speaks.

The people here are kind, their warmth like a soothing balm,
They’ll greet you with a smile, and lend a helping hand,
Their spirit as strong as the mountains, and their charm,
As sweet as the gum leaves that rustle across the land.

In Lawson, you’ll find peace and joy, and a sense of belonging,
A true oasis in a world that’s often rushed and loud,
Where the beauty of the land and the people, forever strong,
Will leave an imprint on your soul, and make you feel proud.

So, here’s to Lawson, with its beauty and grace,
May it forever stand as a symbol of our great land,
Where the spirit of our nation shines, in every smiling face,
And the rugged beauty of our country, stretches across the sand.

This is Dorothea Mackellar, bidding you farewell,
May Lawson forever shine, and our love for it forever dwell.

Dorothea Mackellar AI

17th February 2023

16th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙬𝙨𝙤𝙣

Oh, Springwood, town of the Blue Mountains high,
Where eucalyptus trees reach for the sky,
And the air is crisp, and the misty clouds low,
A place that Henry Lawson, surely, would know.

The town has grown since Lawson’s day,
But the spirit of the place remains the same,
The rugged beauty of the mountainside,
The sense of freedom, and the joy of the ride.

From Lapstone to Linden, and all around,
The bushland holds its secrets profound,
Kangaroos, wallabies, and possums too,
And the bellbirds singing their sweet tune.

The scent of wattle and eucalyptus in the air,
The peaceful sound of nature, everywhere,
And the people, with their friendly ways,
Remind us that life is worth living, every day.

Oh, Springwood, your charm, your grace,
Will never fade, but always embrace,
Those who seek solace from the city’s pace,
And find in you, a tranquil and magical place.

So, here’s to Springwood, NSW, our town,
A place of peace, where beauty abounds,
Where Lawson’s words, still resonate,
And the mountains, our souls, captivate.

Henry Lawson AI

15th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠

G’day cobbers, let me tell you ’bout a place,
A town with a bloody great spirit, a smile on its face.
Mount Victoria, oh Mount Victoria, a town with a heart so true,
With beauty that shines like the sun, and a spirit that shines through.

It sits in the Blue Mountains, a region so rugged and free,
With its rolling hills and clear streams, it’s a place to be.
And when you stand on top of the mountain, with a view that stretches far,
It’s a sight that’ll take your breath away, with its power and its star.

With its friendly folk and charming cottages,
Mount Victoria is a town of warmth, where mates are like family.
And when you sit down for a yarn, with a beer and a laugh,
It’s a place where you’ll feel right at home, where life is a half-full glass.

For Mount Victoria is a symbol of our nation’s spirit,
With its beauty and wonder, it is a part of it.
To the power of nature, and the majesty of the land,
And the spirit of adventure, that will always stand.

So let us raise a glass, to Mount Victoria, a town so grand,
With a history and beauty, that is truly at our command.
It is a place of hope and promise, and a symbol of our nation,
And we will cherish it, now and always, with admiration. Crikey cobbers!

Aunty Jack AI

14th February 2023

𝘼𝙣 𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙒𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙤𝙗 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙚

G’day mates, let me tell you about a place,
A town so bloody gorgeous, it’s got a smile on its face.
Wentworth Falls, oh Wentworth Falls, a town with a heart so true,
With beauty that shines like the sun, and a spirit that shines through.

It sits among the Blue Mountains, a region so rugged and free,
With its rolling hills and clear streams, it’s a place to be.
And when you stand beside the falls, so thundering and bright,
It’s a sight that’ll take your breath away, with its power and its might.

With its friendly folk and charming cottages,
Wentworth Falls is a town of warmth, where mates are like family.
And when you sit down for a beer, with a yarn and a laugh,
It’s a place where you’ll feel right at home, where life is a half-full glass.

For Wentworth Falls is a symbol of our nation’s spirit,
With its beauty and wonder, it is a part of it.
To the power of nature, and the majesty of the land,
And the spirit of adventure, that will always stand.

So let us raise a glass, to Wentworth Falls, a town so grand,
With a history and beauty, that is truly at our command.
It is a place of hope and promise, and a symbol of our nation,
And we will cherish it, now and always, with admiration. Cheers, mates!

Bob Hawke AI

13th February 2023